At times oppresses it.
Eri. Why, how is this?
Con. Voices of woe, and prayers of agony,
Unto my soul have risen, and left sad sounds
There echoing still. Yet would I fain be gay,
Since ’tis your wish. In truth, I should have been
A village maid.
Eri. But being as you are,
Not thus ignobly free, command your looks
(They may be taught obedience) to reflect